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How to Read the Tarot
Begin by brewing a cup of tea,
a nervine, lemon balm or chamomile,
this is after all, your future.
A reading at the dark of the moon is best,
before the night creatures crawl
and bad humours fill the air.
Pick a circular deck, with a fairy-tale motif,
and no reversals.
Hold a question in your heart,
shuffle the cards and place them on the table.
Choose only two.
Like the ancient Israelites,
these are your seer stones, Urim and Thumimm,
black and white, yes or no.
Isn't that all you were asking?
I am crafting
a quartet of scarecrows
for the lawn this year,
garbed in old T-shirts:
an Obama, a Bernie,
a Hillary, a bind Trump,
a magickal resistance.
The trick or treaters
aren't scared off by politics.
And real straw men
still rule our Congress.
Dark Goddess Tarot--VIII--Justice--Look at the bone naked truth of who you are and what you've done.
I believed my muse had died
or at least, gone into hiding.
But her death rattle
was just a whistle in the wind,
a scratching at the door
to call up this site.
A place to gather, remember,
to touch with words
to go in peace.
Dark Goddess Tarot--IX--Hermit---Look to yourself for answers
Grandmother Dragonfly speaks,
the audacious span of her terrible wings
whirring words into action, into power.
This is the deal: Culture is created
by how we treat one another,
use tradition, use invention.
Grandmother was once a dragon.
She has power still.
Dark Goddess Tarot: Grandmother of Wands--Matriarch--Embrace your power
When the rapture comes
I will speak in fairy tongues
and lie among the roses and cosmos.
I will remain to feel earth's weight
and gravity in my bones.
I will have no shame to stay
with the shells, sea, and stones
untwining a skein of love, of pain,
that binds me here,
singing a last refrain.
Creation and destruction.
Tarot of the Crone--Ten of Cups--Rapture--Let the strength of all you have ever loved carry you to another level.
In August, at twilight,
you can wish upon a meteor
and have tangled Perseid dreams.
You can bottle the churning, chaotic energy
of our spinning galaxy
her spiral arms enfolding you
in her cosmic reality.
This is no deception.
We all walk a path
of chance, of fate,of finding purpose.
You are here.
Loneliness is not an option.
Tarot of the Crone--X--The Wheel--There is only one direction to take, to the future.